The smoke slowly cleared.
Blue light flashed around the silver-black mecha. Without another sound, it withdrew completely into ripples of black water.
Wu Xing's figure emerged once more.
He stood tall as ever, his robes neat and immaculate, without a speck of dust on him from beginning to end.
It was as if the earth-shaking battle in which he had crushed a Soul Saint had been no more than a wave of his hand.
A deathly silence filled the area.
Liu Erlong slumped on the scorched earth, utterly drained, her Soul Power depleted to the last drop.
She looked up at Wu Xing as he approached. Not a trace remained of her earlier arrogance or icy severity.
She had lost completely.
Lost utterly and miserably.
A level-seventy-six Fire Dragon Soul Saint had given it everything and activated her Martial Soul Avatar.
In the end, she hadn't even managed to touch a single one of her opponent's fingers.
Liu Erlong's throat bobbed. Her voice was hoarse and weak.
"I lost."
She didn't try to wriggle out of it. A loss was a loss.
"I accept the bet."
"For the next three years, I'll be your servant."
As she spoke, she glanced at Xiao Wu, Zhu Qing, and Rongrong, who were hurrying over.
"I'll take care of their withdrawal papers as soon as I get back."
Wu Xing lowered his eyes slightly, his tone calm.
"You have five days."
"Take care of all of Shrek's loose ends, then report to me at Heaven Dou Royal Academy."
Liu Erlong nodded firmly.
At that moment, none of a Soul Saint's imposing dignity remained in her. She was simply and utterly convinced.
The young man before her was undoubtedly the most monstrous genius in the history of the Douluo Continent!
There was no one else!